Me in my 20s: "I'm the best programmer in the whole damn company."
Me in my 30s: "How the fuck has no one realized how useless I am. They probably are just kind enough to not say anything..."
In reality, I think it's somewhere in the middle.
My cooperativeness covers for my declining dependability. But that can only last for so long..
I really don't like how you purchasing things now requires being a member of some random service, making up a password, and giving up your personal information.
You don't need my mailing address and name to send me an eticket to a comedy show.
I wish legislators would legislate against requiring the forfeit of personal information not related to the service they provide.
In response to this new revelation from the self-proclaimed vicar of christ on Earth, I will post a recent picture of myself crossdressing.
While I was not pretending to be god at the time, there are heavenly streaks of light across the photo, so I feel like that lets me off the hook a little bit?
I decided to skim the new declaration from the Vatican on the way to work..
Apparently I've been dressing fem wrong. According to this, I'm supposed to pretend to be god while I do it.
Thanks Mr. Pope, I will try harder next time!
I got a personal trainer, and in the first session he pointed out that my right ankle is crooked and it messes with the symmetry of my standing walking and running postures.
All these decades I didn't notice. Now I can't not see it.
And it explains why my right hip gets weird when I do a lot of running.
The first session alone was worth it for that realization 🙏
Somehow I managed to triple book Monday morning before work: Yoga, a meeting, and a health checkup.
Now cancelling Yoga (going on two weeks without exercise 😢) and rescheduling the meeting, which itself was already rescheduled once.
The hospital staff were really kind and spent 30 minutes on the phone with me to clear time for this monday appointment, so rescheduling that is a no go. My only other availability this month was on a women-only day at the hospital anyway.
Me every year since 2015: I really need to set aside a few weeks to organize my files and photos and honestly my whole life. But there's no time.
Me every year now: I will just let everything fall into disarray. Soon enough, AI will be advanced enough to pick up the pieces for me.
The promise of AI hasn't changed my conduct, just my excuses.
People are kind enough to give me things once in a while, but no one ever gives me what I really need: stable internet wherever I am, including in tunnels, and a secretary.
Too much to ask?
I was just drinking with a Japanese mechanical engineer who knew who Dan Marino, John Elway, Brett Farve, and Joe Montana are.
I know nothing about them as people so I'm not vouching, but as icons of 90s american football, and a part of my childhood, it warmed my heart to hear those names again.